I posted over at Emeco, the fancy chair people. They should just change their name to that. Fancy Chair People. So much better than A Place for Your Buttocks. You can read it here. Thanks to everyone who submitted photos of their chairs long, long ago. I realize I couldn’t use all the chair photos that were sent to me, so I had to carefully select them. You may be able to guess whose chair belongs to who. Or, you might not. It’s hard to say. Chairs are very mysterious things.

Now I must decide on what chair to get. I should probably continue the stacking chair collection, since they make great kitchen chairs. I don’t know if you guys know this, but I spill a lot (HAHAHA) so getting a non-porous material is highly necessary. But I love the Nine-0 by Sottsass, It is rowr. They have it at Design Within Reach and all I wanted to do was sit in it and poke customers with a stick. I love poking people with sticks. If you ever see me carrying a stick you should run away because I will seriously poke the living crap out of you. It is so empowering. Poke, poke. Anyway I’ve been trying to bid on the old Sottsass typewriters from Ebay for a long time and always some buttwipe steals it from me. Everyone on Ebay is a buttwipe except for me. I also like the Norman Foster one and the Superlight by Gehry. He is SUCH a douche but I like the chair. You are probably wondering where I put all my chairs. That is a good question. I’m about to hang them from the ceiling, like a mobile, or mount them on the wall. It could be kind of cool actually. But, like, totally stupid. I need to get a grown-up’s apartment. Maybe I will “lend” them out to friends, but they have to do the Moma thing where they put up a placard about whose house it came from. Whose house? Run’s house, obviously.

Also, finally, thank you for all the get well wishes. I have eaten a container of soup, it has remained in the belly. I’ve moved on to pretzels. Also chocolate covered raisins so it looks like the bitch is back. I think I lost a little weight so I have a lot of ground to make up. I want french fries. If you are a french fry you should probably stay away from me.

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